Lysander'S POV
At least the seating arrangements allowed me to sit beside my mate.
Though we weren’t fully bonded, the other wolves could smell me all over her. And they’d better stay the f**k away.
At her other side was the bear clan leader, Morpheus, but he only had eyes for Mama Holt. I knew she’d spent time with the Tri-Cities Conglomerate when she’d first come over from Europe. It seemed her time spent with the bears had made deep ties. Was that before or after her husband’s death? From what I’d gathered, Mr. Holt had been a bear shifter too.
Jarlen, the second in charge of Nox Coven Cartel sat beside me. He smelled of stale wine with a tinge of sour deceit. Dark and brooding, he hadn’t spoken once since we’d sat down for dinner, which suited me fine.
An undercurrent of tension
